Rites of the Damned Songtext
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Rites of the Damned Songtext
Though the sexton, grim and old
Turns the mould
Damp and cold In the churchyard, for the bed
Of the still and holy dead
Though we see the green turf prest
On each breast
Full of rest
Full of quiet, sweet and deep
Yet not there our loved ones sleep
Turns the mould
Damp and cold In the churchyard, for the bed
Of the still and holy dead
Though we see the green turf prest
On each breast
Full of rest
Full of quiet, sweet and deep
Yet not there our loved ones sleep
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